“He’s too good-looking,” Fox said, his tone suggesting that offense was on par with being an axe murderer.
“It’s not like I want to fuck him.”
“Yeah, but he definitely wanted to fuck you,” Dane pointed out.
Colin stared at him for a moment. Why had he expected Dane to be the voice of reason? He should know better. They were both idiots. “So what if he wanted to fuck me? It makes it easier to get him alone.”
“Yeah, but—” Fox cut himself off again when Dane shook his head.
Colin looked from one to the other. “What? What is goingonwith you two?”
Fox threw up his hands, ignoring Dane’s protest. “You look really fucking hot, okay? You always do, but tonight it’s ridiculous and there are a million and one assholes checking you out.”
That wasn’t what Colin had been expecting him to say. He tried to hang on to the shreds of his annoyance, but it was difficult. He bit at his lip. “You think I look ‘really fucking hot’?”
“Yeah,” Fox said with a sigh. “It’s like borderline unbearable. Can’t you feel how worked up you’ve got us?”
Colin assessed their bond, then shrugged. “You’re always horny, how am I supposed to know the difference? And you didn’t say anything when I came out with Soren.”
The twins shared a look. “We were worried if we made a big deal about it, you’d insist on changing,” Dane told him.
“Yeah, you’re contrary like that,” Fox said with affection, draping an arm back over Colin’s shoulder.
“Who should I feed on, then?” They were at a gay club; it wasn’t like any of Colin’s options were going to think he was approaching platonically. “I’m not changing locations. It’s too much of a hassle.”
Fox turned him about ninety degrees. “There’s a bachelorette party in that corner. They haven’t been drinking for too long yet. Go eat one of them.”
Colin started to head over, then hesitated. “You two know you have nothing to worry about, right?”
The smile Dane gave him was so sweet it was ridiculous. “We just don’t want some random creep rubbing his hard-on all over you.”
“Jesus.” But Colin didn’t exactly want some random creep’s hard-on all over him either, so he made his way over to the opposite corner of the bar, where a group of women were scattered on the couches, all wearing matching sashes.
The bride-to-be seemed eager to dance, but it felt a little rude to feed on the woman of the hour, so Colin asked one of the bridesmaids out to the floor instead.
From there, it was easy enough compelling and feeding discreetly with the flashing lights to hide them, especially with the added protection of the twins using their bodies as a shield. It was the same as always—delicious and filling, but not nearly as exciting as biting Fox or Dane.
Once Colin had enough, he sent her on her way, compelling her to drink a little more water than usual.
And then two familiar muscled bodies were pressed against him, Fox at his back and Dane at his front, sturdy and warm and perfect.
Colin wrapped his arms around Dane’s neck. The music was still crap, but his vamp was full and sated, happy to be pressed between their mates. Its contentment had him relaxing as well, giving in to the swaying motion the twins had started.
Still. Colin pushed his vamp forward one more time. He tugged Dane’s head down, and Dane stretched his neck obediently, letting Colin latch on. He bit in, moaning as the warm coppery fluid filled his mouth, covering up the taste of the stranger.
So. Fucking. Good.
It might have been weird that Colin always wanted to feed on his mates after a hunt, but Fox and Dane never seemed to mind.
Fox’s voice whispered in his ear from behind. “Can we get a hotel tonight?”
Colin ignored him for two more swallows before releasing his hold on Dane’s neck. ”Why?”
“It’ll be over an hour to get home,” Fox pointed out, sliding his hands under Colin’s shirt and up his chest, toying with his nipples. “And you never let us give you road head.”
“It’s dangerous for the other drivers,” Colin told him, not for the first time. He leaned his head back on Fox’s shoulder, sighing happily at the touch. “You’re kind of whiny tonight, did you know that?”
“You just look so sexy,” Fox insisted, his voice bordering on a whine, further proving Colin’s point. “It’s doing scary things to our brains.”
